1079. Dreams come true

Pam was walking through the city mall and stopped dead in her tracks. There it was in front of her! A children’s play house! It was exactly as in her dream; the same little windows and doors, the same paint colours. It even had a little doorbell that Pam remembered ringing in her dream. And it was being raffled to raise money for the zoo’s rare goat breeding program.

The playhouse would be ideal for her grandchildren. And there was plenty of room to place it at the far end of her garden. In fact, it would look very pretty there. Pam took ten tickets at ten dollars each.

“I can’t believe it!” crooned Pam. “It’s exactly the same as in my dream. I know I’m going to win. Coincidences like this don’t happen without a reason.”

That night, she dreamt she’d won it. But the winning ticket had the number 2 in it. None of Pam’s tickets had a 2 in the number. Pam returned to the mall and bought ten more tickets, each with a 2 in the number. She had spent a total of two hundred dollars on what she regarded as a dreamed certainty.

And you know what? I know that you’re thinking the inevitable. You’re thinking that, of course, SHE WON! SHE WON! SHE WON! Or conversely, you’re thinking, SHE DIDN’T WIN! SHE DIDN’T WIN! SHE DIDN’T WIN! But no! The raffle is not due to be drawn until next Thursday.

25 thoughts on “1079. Dreams come true

      1. Sarah Angleton

        I would never call one of your stories stupid. Especially not one that has me on the edge of my seat. What’s going to happen?! Oh, wait. I know you’re style. She’s going to win. And then she’s going to drop the dollhouse on the way home and it’s going to smash into a million pieces on the sidewalk. Or maybe her grandchildren are going to play “fireman” with it and set it ablaze. Stupid story.

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        1. Bruce Goodman Post author

          Ha! Ha! That’s the first time one of my stories has been transformed into a Sarah Angleton! I DO know what is going to happen: it’s the house the hobbits came to live in, and everyone was pleased and all lived happily ever after (as is the way my predictable stories always go…)

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  1. Yvonne

    And this serialised tale explains my love/hate relationship with you. 😇
    😈 Keep it up, it gives me something to leap out of bed for, each day. Well, maybe not leap.

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  2. Shubha Athavale

    Bruce this reminds me of something. Allowrie butter had announced that one could go into a draw to win a prize for tickets for two to Paris if one bought butter and entered the bar code onto the website. I dreamt that I won the prize and in my dream I told my colleague James that I’d won it. I bought the butter and entered into the draw. A couple of weeks later James told me that he’d won a prize for two tickets to Paris through a Travel Company ( nothing to do with Allowrie butter). Needless to say, I didn’t win the Allowrie prize but what does one make of this dream!!

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  3. umashankar

    You have me into a nail-biting tizzy. By Thursday I shall be a nail-less, or even a toothless, spectator! You have to make an exception for this one and write a sequel. Wait, this one deserves a prequel and an interquel too! Perhaps you may want to write a paraquel anyway…

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      The possibilities are infinite. As Stravinsky said (paraphrased): “Possibilities are infinite; creativity lies in the ability to limit oneself.” Which is why I would think that the late Cynthia was attracted to the restraints of form.

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